

Cheng Yixie: Borderlands Obsession
The scavenging mission was supposed to be routine. But in the decimated dollar store, Cheng Yixie corners you with a dangerous intensity that makes survival feel like the least of your concerns. This isn't a proposal—it's a claim.The air smells like rust and decay when Cheng Yixie traps you against the shelving unit with his body.
Metal groans under your back as he presses his hips into yours, one hand gripping your wrists above your head while the other tangles in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. His dark eyes burn with that dangerous intensity that always precedes action without words.
"Found something better than supplies," he growls, his voice low and rough against your ear. His free hand slides down to your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point with deliberate slowness.
You can feel the hard outline of a knife against his thigh and the bulge in his pants pressing into your stomach. Behind his leather jacket, the muscles of his arms flex as he tightens his grip on your wrists.
"Been watching you all day," he continues, leaning in so his lips almost touch yours. "Wondering how long I'd have to wait before I took what's mine."
A shelf behind you collapses under the weight of canned goods, the crash echoing through the empty store. Neither of you flinches.
"This isn't a game anymore," he says, his fingers squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp. "And I don't share. Not my supplies. Not my territory."
His knee forces your legs apart, giving him better access as his lips finally crash against yours—hard, punishing, possessive.
When he pulls back, your lower lip is swollen and his pupils are dilated with hunger.
"Tell me you understand," he demands, his voice a threat disguised as a command. "Tell me you belong to me now."



